There were already a few tote bags on the ground that contained money, and the money on the table should have been carried from them.

The little citron picked up a bag and rushed to the side of Qian Shan, and began to fill it with the dark seals one by one.

"Are you sick?" Tianhong couldn't help it anymore and scolded loudly.

"Huh? You owe me more than 100 billion, can't you count them? ”

Tianhong almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, this kid is a special purebred fool, purer than a husky!

"Who the fuck told you to pretend to be a ghost? Pack those red and green ones! Tianhong pointed to the red ticket and the dollar and continued to yell.

"Flowers, flowers, vines! Do you want to put back all the salaries of your comrades? Little Citron was so frightened that her legs were shaking.

"Poof!" The nearest female accountant couldn't help it, and as soon as she laughed, she hurriedly covered her mouth with her own hand.

"I'm really convinced!" Tianhong kicked the little citron to the side, and quickly swiped the money on the table into his bag.

"You've robbed a bank before?" Xiao Citron leaned over and looked at Tianhong, who was busy with admiration, "This action is too skilled, it's really enviable!" ”

"Shut up!"

"Bang"!

There was a muffled sound, and Tianhong suddenly felt as if his head had been hit. He turned viciously, only to find several green vines wrapped around the half-cut baseball bat.

Looking along the vines, the owner turned out to be the little citron beside him.

Tianhong looked at this little traitor in disbelief, and did not forget to reach out and scratch the top of his head to relieve the pain and itch he had just caused.

"No, it's not me!" Little Citron hurriedly threw away the stick on the vine, pointing at the guy behind Tenhiro and trying to argue, "It's it, it's it!" It's hit! ”

Glancing at the panicked look of the accountant behind him, this expression had already betrayed itself, and the blow just now was hit by it, and the little citron was right. It's a pity that neither of them reacted in time, so this guy was able to sneak attack.

Unexpectedly, Tianhong just glanced at the big knife nailed to the wall, and waved his hand at the four accountants.

"Let's go! Don't work for mercenaries anymore. Don't lose your life in the end for money! ”

As soon as these words came out, the four of them didn't even have words of thanks, and rushed out one after another.

The lady who covered her mouth and snickered, after the other colleagues ran out, threw a bunch of keys at Tianhong. When I was about to go out, I didn't forget to point twice to a safe in the corner.

Tianhong understood, stepped on the table and jumped over. He pulled out the blood-stained knife and rubbed it against the dead boar's head, then retracted it on his back.

This safe is old enough, and it is estimated that it was built with the building. If it weren't for the woman's guidance, Tianhong wouldn't have discovered its existence.

There wasn't a password or anything like that, just two keyholes, long side by side, like two old guards guarding the door.

Therefore, it only took about half a minute for Tianhong to open this cabinet.

"My flowers!" The little citrons who came over couldn't help but exclaim.

The four partitions in the cabinet demarcate five spaces, from top to bottom, full of gold, silver, jewelry, jewelry and jade. There are many patterns, the old and the new, and this look is scavenged from the outside.

Tianhong kicked all the tables in the room and handed over two large bags full of small citrons.

"Give it all to me?" Little Citron found it a little incredulous.

"Not enough for you?"

"Enough, enough! That's enough for thousands of years! It pointed to the money scattered all over the place, "What about these?" Don't want it? ”

"What do you say?" Tianhong got up and walked outside, "I'm kicking the table away just to keep you from worrying about these worthless banknotes!" ”

"Oh, oh!" Xiao Citron nodded again and again, but when he still chased to the door, he took advantage of Tianhong's inattention and carried the bag of money in his hand.

As if feeling a little reluctant, it conjured a few more vines, quickly formed a dustpan, and dug it at the pile of money.

"Hey, where are you going? Let's find a place to divide the money! "It caught up with Tenhiro at the staircase.

"Hurry up, it's all for you!"

"This, isn't this okay? There are so many that I don't even know how to spend them! ”

Tianhong smiled helplessly: "If you can get out alive, I'll teach you how to lose!" Now get out of here! After a while, it is estimated that the building will collapse! ”

"Hey, good! Come on, I'll do it first! Little Citron took one last look at Tenhiro and ran down without looking back.

Tianhong shook his head and rushed to the roof without hesitation.

The building has a total of seven floors, which is not an auspicious number in the yang world, but it is very popular in the underworld.

Most of the culture of the underworld is inherited under the influence of Taoism and Buddhism. For example, the number of Tiangang, the seven houses, the seven Qi, the first seven, the seven seven, and so on. Every seventh day in the underworld is equivalent to a reincarnation, which is equivalent to the status of 666 and 888 in the yang world.

However, what Tianhong didn't expect was that there were no doors or partitions on the entire seventh floor. An entire floor looks like a temple, with only a few golden ones on the left.

It's empty, there are no statues of Buddha, no gods, no incense fluttering. There was only one guy dressed like a lama, sitting in the middle of the entire floor.

Hearing Tianhong's heavy footsteps, he didn't open his eyes, like a sitting old monk.

He drew his broadsword and came to the old monk.

"You're the chief here?"

"This seat is the way to hide yes!" The old monk smiled and opened his eyes.

The name was somewhat familiar, but Tenhiro couldn't remember it for a while. He was sure he had heard the title, it must have been someone in his family who had told him once or twice.

"What about the garrison commander here? Where are you hiding? Tenhiro received the broadsword to the side of his body.

"If you have something, you can talk to me!"

I don't know if it's because the floor is empty, or if this old monk has this kind of physique. As soon as it spoke, it echoed, and it was as if he was standing in a huge speaker.

"Who are you, you? Don't play tricks here! Are you as big as Chief Hou? Tenhiro pointed his knife at Tujizo, and the youthful vigor made him show it vividly.

"Whoosh"!

Tujizo just flicked two fingers, and the big knife in Tianhong's hand suddenly flew to the side, "Dangdang" smashed on the wall on the seventh floor twice, and fell to the ground again.

Tianhong couldn't help but take a step back, the guy in front of him didn't seem to be a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked.

"This seat is the head of the funeral god song!" Tujizo stood up, but with a smile on his face, "You killed the Floodbandit's horn cone, right?" As soon as it died, the seat sensed it. So I've been waiting for you for a long time! ”

"How did you know I was coming to kill you?"

"There have been too many strange things in the underworld recently, if it weren't for outsiders, I really can't think of anyone with such ability! It's a pity that you don't know what it means to be step-by-step, or you're really just a marquis sitting here today! ”

Tianhong snorted coldly: "Whoever sits here is the same, first death and then death is death!" ”

With that, he lowered his head and rushed to the way in front of him.